The face revealed beneath the lace was nothing like the one he had imagined. It was covered with dark spots, scars, and irregularities. Completely different from the soft image he had created in his mind over the months.

A whisper rushed through the hall. Someone gasped. Someone turned away.

He lowered his hand, trying to find words — but couldn’t. It was obvious he had been deceived.

He stood up, still not fully understanding what he was doing, and said:

“I need to file… for divorce.”